I. 09.12.1414 (EDT) I can't do this anymore. It's too much--too consuming.
What I've learned can't be stopped. It can't be unlearned.

II. 09.13.1414 (EDT) ...But I must. It's imperative. I must press on, no matter the cost.

III. 09.16.1414 (EDT) Today I walked outside. Whatever that means... The first time in since I can't remember when. The sun (at least I thought it was the sun) was shining. Hot. So hot. So much sweat. The people were gone. None. They've disappeared. But to where...?

IV. 09.18.1414 (EDT) It doesn't get easier. Just harder. Always harder.

V. 09.19.1414 (EDT) I was able to travel outside again today. For how much longer I'll be able to do this I don't know. Still no people. It was dark today.

VI. 09.21.1414 (EDT) The machine is malfunctioning. It must be. Work. Work, I say. Just work dammit!

VII. 09.23.1414 (EDT) It's working again. I don't know what happened. I never know...

VIII. 09.26.1414 (EDT) Something big is coming.

IX. 09.30.1414 (EDT) This is it; today is the day. The official launch of the campaign. Nerves: high. Disposition: wanting. What will happen? Will it succeed? Will the Quasidimension come to pass? Can I do it? I want to. I really want to. So much is at stake...

X. 10.01.1414 (EDT) The morning after. The day after. A new frontier. What do I feel? How do I feel? I--I'm not sure. I don't know how to put it into words. Would it do me any good if I could? I need to manage expectations. But I want it to succeed. Because...
Because, yes, so much is at stake.